Gordon Lightfoot - Song for a winters night

^FThe lamp is ^Gburnin' low u^Dmpon my table ^Ftop, ^FThe snow is ^Gsoftly ^Ffallin^Gg ^FThe air is ^Gstill within the ^Dmsilence of my ^Froom, ^FI hear your ^Gvoice softly ^Fcalling If I could ^Gonly ^Fhave you ^Gnear, ^EmTo breathe a ^Dmsigh ^Dmor ^Gtwo ^FI would be ^Ghappy just to ^Dmhold the hands I ^Flove, U^Fpon this ^Gwinter night with ^Fyou

^FThe smoke is ^Grising in the ^Dmshadows over^Fhead, ^FMy glass is ^Galmost ^Fempt^Gy ^FI read a^Ggain between the ^Dmlines upon each ^Fpage, ^FThe words of ^Glove you ^Fsent me If I could ^Gknow with^Fin my ^Gheart, ^EmThat you were ^Dmlone^Dmly ^Gtoo ^FI would be ^Ghappy just to ^Dmhold the hands I ^Flove, U^Fpon this ^Gwinter night with ^Fyou

^FThe fire is ^Gdying now, my ^Dmlamp is growing ^Fdim, ^FThe shades of ^Gnight are ^Flifti^Gn' ^FThe morning ^Glight steals a^Dmcross my window^Fpane, ^FWhere webs of ^Gsnow are ^Fdriftin' If I could ^Gonly ^Fhave you ^Gnear, ^EmTo breathe a ^Dmsigh ^Dmor ^Gtwo ^FI would be ^Ghappy just to ^Dmhold the hands I ^Flove, U^Fpon this ^Gwinter night with ^E7you^Dm, ^FAnd to be ^Gonce again with ^Fyou